A/N: All disclaimers and author's notes are in Part 1.

*****

Kyle Valenti hummed along with the music that he had playing on the radio that was in the small bathroom. He felt refreshed, more so than he had in a long time. Which wasn't bad for a man who was only getting about two hours sleep every night. It was strange, he never thought that anyone could ever feel so good on such a weird sleep pattern. But, things were usually strange in Roswell, New Mexico. He did know four aliens after all. And that itself would be strange to anyone. Though living with one of them might make him that little more stranger.

He put his toothpaste onto the toothbrush before running cold water onto it to make the paste softer. He quickly put the brush into his mouth and began to brush his teeth. Looking into the mirror he carefully made sure he applied the paste to all his teeth. Hmm, this tasted good. Tess must have bought the kind that tasted like gum again. Though it somehow reminded him of the paste that usually tasted awful. But for some reason this time it felt good in his mouth.

Taking a glass of water he rinsed out his mouth and reached for the mouthwash. Taking a shot he swirled it around his mouth before spitting it out. Now that had tasted even better than the toothpaste. He wondered if Tess had played a joke on him and put Tabasco sauce into them. He picked up the bottle and sniffed the top of it. He couldn't smell Tabasco, however the smell was beckoning him just like pancakes did on a Sunday. It couldn't hurt to try some could it?

Putting the bottle up to his mouth, he paused wondering if actually could it hurt him? He never heard of anyone drinking this stuff before, even Tess and the trio of little green Martians that polluted this town didn't drink this. He shrugged anyway and quickly took a drink before he could change his mind. God, this tasted good. It was like root beer. Well, actually it wasn't but it sure tasted better than it.

"Kyle!"

He jumped and dropped the bottle into the sink. He quickly picked it up again and was lucky to only have spilled a little of it. He turned around to see Tess still dressed in her pyjamas standing at the doorway with a disgusted look on her face.

"What?" he asked defensively.

"That's gross."

"You had ice cream on top of chilli last night, and you're calling me gross."

"Exactly," she said as she walked into the bathroom. "Even I wouldn't drink mouthwash."

Kyle wanted to retort, but at the moment he couldn't think of anything to say.

"Maybe those nightmares you've been having is making you crazy," Tess said in jest.

"I haven't had any nightmares for a few nights now."

Tess's eyes seemed to brighten. "That's good," she touched him lightly on the arm.

He felt a tingle in where her hand rested, and hoped that it didn't show anywhere else. Tess began to look away and he was sure that he saw a blush begin to creep up her neck. His own neck actually felt on fire. He wasn't sure when being around Tess had started to affect him like this, but it felt good to see that it was affecting her the same way.

"Now get out."

Kyle frowned. "What?"

"So I can shower, you have to you know… leave."

"Oh," Kyle felt his ears begin to burn as a mental image came into his head. He flustered as he quickly walked out of the door, before he regained his composure and turned around with a cheeky grin. "You know I don't really have to leave for that…"

"Out!" he felt himself being shoved out the door, and grinned as he caught a glimpse of Tess's red cheeks before the door was slammed on his face.

His grin then soon faded as realisation dawned on him. Even the aliens didn't drink mouthwash? What was he thinking drinking it then? Maybe Tess was right? Maybe the nightmares that had plagued him for a week were making him crazy.

*****

Maria DeLuca walked down the hall that led to Michael Guerin's apartment. Actually skipped, might be a better word to describe her actions. She felt great today, though there was always a nagging doubt in the back of her mind, but really she was in good spirits. She hadn't had a nightmare in a couple of days, but for some reason she was still awake at night after sleeping for only a couple of hours. Which meant that she also still kicking her cousin's ass at Tekken.

She opened up the door without knocking and entered the apartment. Michael looked up but didn't speak to her. He was too busy talking into the telephone.

"Sure you can," she heard him say. "Really it's no problem. You can stay here, I've got plenty of room."

Maria looked around the small apartment. It was a one bedroom apartment, and the only space left to sleep was the sofa bed. So whoever Michael was talking too, it was most likely that was going to be their sleeping quarters.

"Okay, I'll see you then," Michael said down the phone. "Bye."

"Who was that?" Maria asked as she sat down beside him on the sofa.

"Laurie. She wants to come stay for a while."

"Really," she smiled as she began to draw little circles on Michael's chest which was covered with a t-shirt. She was pleased for him. She knew that it had killed him not to be able to bring Laurie to Roswell with him since she was his only blood relative on the planet. After all that she had been through with aliens, living with another one might have been too much for her. But now that she was coming by her own choice, Maria knew that Michael was pleased.

"Yeah," Michael smiled at her. Yeah he was pleased. He didn't usually smile that much, and when he did it made Maria's heart skip a beat.

"So when is she arriving?"

"In a few days. She wants to drive down."

Maria nodded. She felt like going for a long drive herself a few weeks ago. In fact she and Alex had driven to Albuquerque to get some new equipment for their band, The Whits, but now for some reason she didn't feel like leaving Roswell at all. There was nowhere she wanted to be, and she had a feeling that had nothing to do with family or friends, or even Michael.

She turned to him and kissed him on the cheek. Not liking the thought that Michael Guerin wasn't the reason for keeping her in the small town that she had wanted to get out of since she was a child.

"C'mon, Spaceboy, you're taking me to lunch."

She stood up and reached out to pull him up. As soon as she touched him she felt a jolt and soon found herself flooded with images. Michael as a boy coming out of a pod. The same six-year-old boy hiding behind a rock as two children like him are taken into a car by the Evans. An eleven-year-old boy running out of a trailer as a man throws a beer bottle after him. Then a flash of Michael only a few years older sitting in a room crying while his nose bleeds. Then another images replaces that one with Michael looking at her while she works at the Crashdown Café when she is only about fifteen-years-old.

The flashes end, and Maria is panting hard while Michael looks at her with concern. He gets up quickly and holds her arms as she sways. She feels faint, and he sits her down on the sofa.

"What is it?" the concern is thick in his voice.

"I… had images," she says weakly. "Of you… with Max and Isabel… Hank…"

Michael's mouth tightens at the mention of his foster father's name.

"Michael, I saw things. Did you see anything?"

Michael gave her a curious look and shook his head. "We should tell the others…"

"No," Maria shook her head. "It's probably like what happened with Max and Liz last year. They had visions."

"But they both got visions. Why didn't I see you?"

Maria shook her head sadly. "I don't know."